The Witch
Rumi reached for her mother’s hand as they emerged from the forest trail and the great expanse of frozen sea stretched out before them. The frigid wind hit them full force now, pelting their faces with heavy drops of freezing rain. Rumi whimpered and buried her nose in the fur of her parka. Shiori clucked, squeezed her daughter’s tiny hand too tight, and yanked her into the snow covered clearing,…